"The 9 Year Itch"

Every day I'm talking and thinking;
I'm walking and dreaming... obliging
new imaginations

Cause I just want to think and feel;
I want to make my ruminations real

I want to feel what I think; let it all
unleashed, wash over me

Been stagnate for way to long; so
much so, that even to myself, I've
become dull; it's past time to exhume
my soul

Its already turned-over in its grave...

One, two many times

Got to rise up; breath-in new life and
in time, live again

Shed this old skin that's necrotic...

Become

Strip-away the layers that are no more
essential to my longevity

Got to get away and fly into the sun;
return to the place, where I've fallen
from

Feel like I'm in the midst of an...

"7 Year Itch" that's overstayed its
 welcome by two more

This one's an Bitch that needs to be
scratched

I've become chaffed and covered by
the rash of my infection; the one
that's got me both, intro and also
retrospecting...

there want be any relief I know until I...

Until I give in and once again feel what
I think; let it all unleashed,  again wash
over me

Been stagnate for way to long; so
much so, that even to myself, I've
become dull; it's past time to exhume
my soul

Its already turned-over in its grave...

One, two many times

Got to rise up; breath-in new life and
in time, live again

Shed this old skin that's necrotic...

Get away and fly into the sun; return to
the place, where I've fallen from

I've got to return my home; to the one
wherein are my old haunts